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By M Davies   /     Feb 11, 2016  /     Annoyances  /     11 Comments

Anyone who is a regular reader of my blog knows that I have the actual worst luck with vehicles.  The engines blow up, the interiors fall apart, or they just make noises that they shouldn’t.  This blog post isn’t about any of those things….at least this time.  This time, I want to spend some time talking about my windshield.

 

Rewind the clock to the end of January.  My husband’s car just stopped working.  It just turned off in the middle of driving.  It turns out some kind of pump failed in it.  Until it could be replaced, it was undriveable.  (Sidebar:  Is undriveable a word?  It is now!)  We shared my vehicle for the entire last week of January until the new pump part thingee arrived and could be installed.  I forget the reason, but he took my car to his dealership to check on something (or perhaps order the part)?  That’s when he noticed this:

 

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A crack had formed in my windshield on the driver side.  The crack was exactly at eye level (at least for me, a short person).  My husband texted me with the bad news.  SIGH.  More money into the money pit.  Two weeks prior to this, I had to get a new tire due to a pothole.  Prior to that, I had to get two new tires because my back tires were bald.  I started to call around for quotes.  It turns out my comprehensive deductible on my insurance is 500 dollars.  A new window costs 500 dollars.  Why bother using insurance at that point?

 

As I called around for quotes, I kept getting asked the same question:  Do you have a rain sensor?  I’ll be the first person to admit that I know next to nothing about cars, engines and vehicle stuff.  I would have to assume that I do not have a rain sensor because my wipers do not kick on when it rains.  To me, that’s what I would think a rain sensor would be.  Just to be sure, I wanted to call my dealer and double check.  If anyone would know, it should be them, right?  Wrong.  They have no idea what they sold me.  I then asked if they could look it up by VIN or if I could find it in my manual.  NOPE.  “Because the manual is generic” The only solution is to put 90 miles round trip on my car to go to the dealership for a 5 second inspection. Like, AYFKM?  I left a nasty voicemail for Chrysler. Yep, that’s right…Chrysler in Michigan. I already have an open case. We’re on a first name fuckin’ basis.  But that’s another story for another time.

 

Feeling helpless, I was left with no other choice to call my insurance agent and open a claim.  My hopes were that the crack could be repaired without the windshield needing total replacement since I was getting the runaround.  It seems a windshield repair is completely covered with my current insurance policy.  Replacement is not.  My insurance company contacted Safelite to come out and look at the windshield.  Safelite is their preferred window replacement provider.

 

The next day, Safelite came out and with one look determined a repair was out of the question.  The reason for this is that the crack went the entire way to the end of the windshield.  Once that happens, the windshield is unsafe and not repairable.  Fantastic.  A new windshield had to be ordered and they set up a follow-up appointment to install it.  The story doesn’t end here folks….it is just beginning.  Buckle up, because this ride is about to get bumpy.

 

Two days later, Safelite shows up to install my brand new $500 windshield.  Except there’s a problem.  It’s the wrong windshield.  Let me repeat that.  The wrong windshield.  It turns out the first guy that came out to attempt a repair wrote down the wrong type of windshield on the work order.  Guy #2 calls the office and explains the situation.  A new (correct) windshield is ordered, but it “has to come from the factory” and will take “2-12 days to arrive” because “my car is super rare.”  Fine.  Whatever.  Just tell me, Guy #2, is the windshield going to fall apart and smash on me when I’m driving?  Allegedly, it won’t because it’s made of multiple layers.  Fine….do what you need to do.  Blood pressure slightly elevated.

 

February 5th was the day that my $500 new-new windshield was supposed to be installed.  That is to say the correctly ordered one.  Guy #3 and Guy #4 show up.  They can’t install the windshield outside because it’s lightly flurrying so we allow them to use the garage.  Luckily it was cleaned out and organized due to the husband’s car pump installation.  The appointment was set for between 8am-12pm.  They called to say they couldn’t make it until 12-2pm.  I’m slightly annoyed because I had work early Saturday morning and needed to sleep to get back on schedule.  I ended up falling asleep and napping through their arrival and the installation.  I had no choice.  The work gets done and the bill is paid.  If I didn’t know any better, my car is in better shape now then it was when they first got there.  I had a new windshield, the glass was clean, the car was vacuumed.  I was impressed, though poorer.

 

I drove around with the new windshield on Saturday and Sunday.  I didn’t go anywhere on Monday and most of Tuesday.  When I left the house for work on Tuesday, it was lightly snowing, but at that point it wasn’t sticking to the roads.  It was clinging and melting to the grass, cars and surfaces.  I open my door to my car to drive to work around 2:45pmish and this is what I see:

 

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I had to do a double take because I didn’t believe what I was seeing.  All of the snow that was melting was dripping down directly from above my rear view mirror, into my light fixture, then down into my dashboard, down the front of my stereo and temperature controls and into my cupholder and cigarette lighter.  I don’t smoke, so I use it for a car phone charger as you can see.  Plugged into my stereo was my 6th gen iPod nano and it was sitting in nearly a half inch of dirty melted snow car water.  I just about lost my mind.  I quickly alerted my husband to what happened.  We stood there and watched water drip from my windshield down into my car in amazement.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  I rescued my iPod, the cables and a USB power inverter from the water, but it was too late.  It was already drenched.  The car charger cable still works, luckily.  I didn’t test the USB power inverter thing yet, but I bought it at Five Below so it’s really not a big deal.  The iPod doesn’t turn on.  I’m not sure about the old style apple cable that was connected.  That was the last type of cable I had like that and I shared it between that iPod and my iPad.  I put the iPod in a bag of rice, but I’m not holding much hope for that.

 

I called Safelite again to complain about the shoddy installation of the windshield.  Except this time I am yelling and cursing.  My cars circuitry is working for the moment, but how do I know this water damage doesn’t screw up something months from now?  My iPod doesn’t turn on.  WHAT.  ARE.  YOU.  GOING.  TO.  DO.  ABOUT.  IT.  The answer was hang up.  They hung up on me.  It’s not bad enough that they ordered the wrong windshield, broke an appointment and now ruined my car’s interior and my personal effects, now they’ve hung up on me to boot.  I call back AGAIN get a different rep on the phone and get transferred to the executive team who makes a follow-up appointment for yesterday.

 

Yesterday, Guy #3 from Friday and his boss show up.  I opened up the car and showed them where the water was leaking.  They take the windshield apart again and lo and behold, there’s a big section of glue missing from where the water was leaking.  They fixed everything and re-vacuumed my car.  I was told by the boss that I needed to produce a receipt from my iPod.  The iPod is years and years old.  Apple doesn’t make that model any more.  I’ve moved and reorganized and I do not have the receipt.  I don’t know if I threw it away or what, but I do not have it.  Once again, I call Safelite and explain the situation.  They talked with corporate and they are paying to get my car detailed as well as a new iPod.  I am just going to have to keep an eye on the circuitry.  I don’t know what to say or do about that until something breaks.

 

What bothers me the most about the iPod is not that it’s just an expensive piece of Apple gear that was ruined.  It’s the songs loaded on it that meant a lot to me.  I know it’s probably worth not more than 50 bucks today and it was probably a $199 device in it’s heyday at best.  The songs that are loaded on it were from a specific time period in my life when I was dealing with specific struggles, worries, fears and had specific goals and dreams.  The way that I felt when I listened to the music loaded on it cannot be replaced.  My hard drive has died at least twice since the last time it was synced.  I cannot re-sync it without iTunes wanting to format it and I don’t want to format it.  I have since upgraded to an SSD and travel less, so hard drive failure is longer an issue for me, but it’s still upsetting.  Lesson learned I guess.

 

Music to me is like photographs, poetry or art to other people.  It makes you feel a certain way, it triggers memories.  You cannot replace a piece of personalized property such as an iPod loaded with specific music from 3 hard drives ago.  I can’t just walk into Best Buy and say, can you please sell me the same exact iPod loaded with the same exact music?  Sigh.  I realize I probably sound like a child having a temper tantrum over this, but I don’t ask for many things.  Music is one of the few things that motivates me to do anything that I don’t want to do.  I listen to music when I clean, when I drive, when I’m getting ready in the morning, and throughout the day.  Literally, any other device I own could have been in that center console and I wouldn’t have cared.  My iPod hits where it hurts.  Look.  I admit it, I hate driving.  Listening to music was the one thing that made the experience somewhat enjoyable.  It also keeps me awake when I’m driving exceptionally early or ridiculously late.  Just ugh.  Starting over sucks.

 

I really do not want anything from this company.  I am happy they agreed to try to make things right, but it’s more of a principle thing at this point.  I kind of just want my car to go back to the way it was before this mess started, but unfortunately life does not come with a rewind button.  As if that all wasn’t bad enough, I get this in my e-mail:

 

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Salt in an open wound much, Safelite?  So, I’m going to fill out the survey and send them a link to this blog post.  Would I recommend this company to friends and family?  Hell no.  I think it would even be cruel to recommend them to my worst enemy.

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The standard shovel bitch

By M Davies   /     Jan 28, 2015  /     Annoyances, Wacky PA Weather  /     2 Comments

Snow in Northeast Pennsylvania.  It’s nothing new.  It happens every year.  I know this.  You know this.  Still it doesn’t get any easier.

 

On Saturday morning, we had our first major snowfall in NEPA.  The official measurement at my place of employment was 5.5″ of the evil white powder.  Unless you are filthy rich and pay someone to do it for you or use a blow torch, chances are you probably have to clear said evil white powder from something you own.  If not, consider yourself lucky.  Much like most of Microsoft’s software, snow is a necessary evil.

 

To give you a little background, the road that I live on is a private shared right of way, so unless someone plows it, the snow will sit there until spring.  Some days the neighbor that owns a quad/four-wheeler will plow it.  There’s also another neighbor who may be related to a person that drives a plow truck or something.  Anyway, once in a while, he’ll come by and do the road and offer to clear out driveways for a nominal price.  It’s worth the money if its a big accumulation and/or heavy snow.  I usually can make it down my road with no problems…it’s the roads from my house until I hit I-81 that worry me the most.  PennDOT seems to forget about Rtes 29 and 118.  They are usually a mess.

 

For that reason, I tried to hold off a little bit on the drive in on Saturday morning in hopes that a plow would come by my house.  Fat chance of that happening at 3:30am.  I would have felt guilty calling off, so I had no choice but to risk death and drive in.  I warmed up my car for a good 20 minutes while I shoveled a path from my house to my driveway.  I spent another 10 minutes clearing the snow from my car.  Once all of that was done, it was finally time to make the drive to Moosic.  A ride that would normally take me 40 minutes took me 90.  I didn’t get to work until 5:30am.  It was not a fun time for me, but the roads were mostly empty, so even if I did spin out it wouldn’t have mattered much.  The only tricky part was surprisingly Rte 309 and I-81.  People think they can still drive 75mph in poor conditions and gave me a damn near heart attack while trying to pass me.

 

Once I arrived at work, my nerves were shot, my arms ached and I was mentally exhausted.  No time to think about that because it was TIME TO SHOVEL AGAIN.  Ugh.  All told, I probably shoveled for 2 hours taking frequent breaks.  I think I burned up every calorie in my body.  By the end of the day I couldn’t move.  The next morning I ached all over like I was an 85 year old woman.  I am still not quite right.  I think I tweaked my back.  Last night I took a muscle relaxer to relieve some of the stiffness and it was the best sleep I’ve had in weeks.

 

I honestly don’t mind shoveling.  My husband always calls me a “Poconos Princess” because I spent the better half of my life growing up in Blakeslee.  That couldn’t be further from the truth.  My Dad always made my brother and I work hard.  I shoveled coal, split and stacked wood, and shoveled snow.  The only thing he wouldn’t let me do was drive the tractor/cut grass because “I couldn’t drive in straight lines”.  To me, shoveling snow meant a day off of school.  Shoveling snow still takes me back to High School and having snow days.  Unfortunately now, it just means a lot of manual labor, messed up schedules and terrifying driving.  I miss the old days.

 

That brings me back to the original point of this post….what the hell is with “ergonomic” shovels?  I appreciate the thought of trying to make me more safe, but lets be real.  These are the fucking worst.  At work we have one of these bad boys:

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It was the only one I could find on Saturday morning and I have to say it is honestly the most awkward shovel I’ve ever used in my life.  I’ve used a lot of shovels….good and bad.  I can tell you for sure.  This is the worst.  It was so awkward to lift the snow and the snow kept sticking to the shovel.  I had to keep banging it off of stuff to get the snow off.  I wouldn’t be surprised if it doubled the length of my work.  I will never ever EVER buy one of these shovels.  They should all be melted down and recycled into something useful.

 

Like this shovel, for example:

 

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I own something similar to this shovel at home.  I bought it in Sam’s Club sometime in the mid 2000s and it’s held up good ever since.  It’s easy to handle, holds a lot of snow and as an added bonus, it has an ice chopper on the end.  The ice chopper especially came in handy during this ice storm.  I’m sure you remember it.  I know that I do.  I had to chop roughly 2 inches of ice from my sidewalk.  My wrist ached for weeks, but it got the job done.

 

We also have one of these at work (below).  It’s a good idea in theory, but it’s awkward to handle and heavy as all get out.  I’m not a fan.

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I’ve used several of these standard issue models (below).  They flat out suck.  They don’t hold enough snow to be useful and they break down easily.  Maybe they are built more sturdy now then the last one I bought, but I doubt it.  Avoid if you can.

 

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I’d be curious to see how one of these works (below):

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The next time it snows, I’m probably just going to bring my shovel from home.  BYOS.  I am not trying to be nasty, it’s just that I don’t want to spend any more time outside than I have to.  Fin.

 

Oh my god.  Did I just write an entire blog post about snow shovels?

Yes.  Yes I did.

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99 Problems, A Solution Ain’t One

By M Davies   /     Feb 12, 2013  /     Annoyances  /     0 Comment

A wise VP that I used to work with at the Big Red telephone company had a motto: “There are no problems, only solutions.”  If you went to a meeting and brought up a problem, you were expected to think ahead to introduce some solutions to said problem.

 

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I have 99 problems, and can’t think of one damned solution.  If my personal life was my career at Big Red, I would have been fired long ago.  Oh wait…

 

Anyway, I’ve been complainy and whiny lately and I think I know why.  Winter.  It’s crushing my soul this year.  It seems like every time that the snow from the previous storm finally melts, another batch is on its way right behind it.  It just snowed last Tuesday.  Then again on Friday.  Then it iced on Monday.  It’s supposed to snow on Wednesday night and possibly again this weekend.  The vicious cycle never ends.  It doesn’t help that the roads are not maintained well where I live either.  I haven’t driven my car to work in at least a week.  Maybe more.

 

Of course, that’s also because I was sick for a good 5 days.  I started feeling sick Saturday evening.  I felt it a little more on Sunday, and by Monday, I lost my voice and my throat was raw and on fire.  Tuesday, I had a fever of 104.5 and my body ached so badly that I felt like I was beaten with a tire iron.  I braved the nuisance snowfall mentioned above, and headed out to the after-hours clinic where I was diagnosed with the flu and potentially a UTI to boot.  Sorry, TMI.

 

I feel like I got the sickness from the previous Saturday’s mis-adventures.  A few weeks ago, I seen a commercial for a concert the Sherman Theater in Stroudsburg was hosting — the Gin Blossoms.  I have always liked their music, but never enough to go out and buy CDs, posters t-shirts, or concert tickets.  In passing, I mentioned to my husband something like “I bet that would be a good concert to see.”  He took this as “I MUST BUY TICKETS TODAY.”  I wasn’t expecting this reaction, however, I was glad to finally be able to see a concert again.

 

The concert was 2 Saturdays ago.  I normally work early Saturday and Sunday mornings, so I had planned to work on Saturday morning, then go to home to take a nap.  After the nap, we’d drop off my kids at my mother-in-law’s house and head to Stroudsburg.  I took off on Sunday, so catching up on sleep wouldn’t be an issue if the concert let out late.  Unfortunately, Mother Nature (the evil bitch), had other plans in mind.  She decided to dump 1-3 inches of snow on NEPA.  The snow didn’t start until after we left Sweet Valley at 4-5pm.  Of course, by the time we got to the Turnpike the snow was coming down at a good clip and sticking to the roads.  By the time we got off of the Turnpike and got on I-80 East, there was at least an inch of slushy snow on the road and cars and tractor trailers alike were slowing down to a crawl.  We decided to get a hotel room in S-burg and stay the night since I had a vacation day the next morning at work.

 

The no-tell Motel – the Econo Lodge – was a dump heap.  It was run down, it looked like it hadn’t been renovated since the 1980s.  Of course, my husband never bothered to read the reviews.  He just looked for hotels that were close to the venue and picked one.  The concert and venue were nice and I had a good time, however toward the end of the evening I was getting cranky as I hadn’t slept since that morning at 2:30 – hey, I’d been up close to 24 hours.  I also didn’t have dinner.  We left the concert before the encore to find food.  There weren’t many options available at 11:30.  We decided to get hoagies and chips from the local Wawa and take them back to the hotel room to eat.  I scarfed my food down which was mediocre at best and started to drift off to sleep.  Rich soon fell asleep as well.  Around 2:30am (when I’d normally be getting up and ready for work) I thought I had heard a bag rustling.  I opened my eyes and looked around and didn’t see anything so I figured that I was just dreaming and drifted back off.

 

A few minutes later, I heard the sound of a bag rustling again.  I slowly sat up and bed and grabbed my phone.  I put on the flash light app on my phone and pointed it toward where I was hearing the noise.

 

And there it was.  A mouse.

 

Rich had a half eaten bag of chips and left it near the TV on the bureau and the mouse was trying to get in the bag.  I woke up Rich and before I knew we were on the road again back on I-80 driving back to Sweet Valley in the awful road conditions.  90 minutes later we were home.  I was not a happy camper.  You can read the full review of my experience here.  I wouldn’t be surprised if I picked up some kind of bug in that room from breathing in mouse fecal matter.

 

Between yesterday and today the following has happened:  My dog cut his claw on the door and bled all over the floor in the kitchen and living room (Read:  WHITE CARPETING), there was another 2 hour delay at school causing me to get to work late, some random guy tried to flag me down to help him with a flat tire on an icy road and I couldn’t stop, I nearly got in a head on collision because some asshole tried to pass another car on 118 in a no passing zone, I found out that my car potentially has some kind of tire issue, Leslie left NEPA BlogCon, the NEPA BlogCon site was hacked, I spent most of the day trying to screw with restoring the hack, and now there’s a pile of broken laptops sitting in my lap from work.

 

Uncle, already.

UNCLE!

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From the Mailbag: Miffed Mom Mouths off about Membership Dues

By M Davies   /     Nov 14, 2012  /     Annoyances, Mommyhood  /     4 Comments

It’s that time of year again.  PTO Membership Drive time!  I’m all about giving my children every benefit that I can to succeed, and if my membership dues allow them to have a book fair, go on a field trip or have an otherwise good time at school, you can count me in.  However, I noticed something this year that perturbed me.

 

My kids go to two different elementary schools within the same school district and I noticed that the PTO dues for one school were more expensive than the other school.  At Ross, I was able to join the PTO for a family for $5.  At Lehman-Jackson, they wanted $5 for a single person membership.  If you wanted a family membership it was 3 dollars extra.  Since my husband does not participate in PTO events, I decided not to make the splurge.  The membership is cheap in comparison to some other things I could buy that my children would get enjoyment out of….candy for example…

 

I decided to send a nasty gram to the offending school where the dues were more expensive:

 

 

A few weeks ago, I received the following email in my inbox:

Good Morning Michelle-

 

I was just finishing up the L-J PTA membership drive for the year and wanted to respond to your note that was on your membership form.  In reference to the cost in dues in comparison to Ross Elementary, L-J is a PTA that was established in 1976.  Ross Elementary is actually a PTO. (And I am no familiar with when they were started)  As per guidelines set forth by the National PTA, our dues are $5.00 per member. (That is actually their cost, and we are told we could ask for even more to make a profit in which we do not.)  You can visit the PTA website online to see where the dues are applied.  As a PTA, we have discussed over the last few years converting over to a PTO.  There is a process involved in order to do so in which we are currently looking into, but it isn’t as easy as just changing to a PTO without losing all of our organizations funds that were collected while being a PTA.  I hope I have been able to answer your statement about why the difference in cost and if you have any further questions about it, please feel free to contact me either by email or you can call me at XXX-XXXX. Thank you for joining the L-J PTA, and we look forward to your help during the school year.

 

Sincerely,

Name Withheld

Membership Chairperson”

 

Ok, so I didn’t realize there was a difference between a PTA and a PTO.  I just don’t understand why there cannot just be one type of an organization throughout all of the elementary schools to make life easier on everyone.  Does it really make a difference?  Just another thing to make my already complicated life yet more complicated.

 

Anyyyyyyywayyyyy…. I volunteered to be the website coordinator for the Ross PTO.  I’ve been working feverishly on that with my spare time (…what spare time…?)  The website is hosted though this company called “Digital PTO“.  You can register your PTO’s website for free using it.  It is a WordPress platform based system.  I guess if you are completely clueless about websites and blogging, it does the job….I just find the platform to be extremely frustrating and a rip off.  It is a hugely stripped down version of WordPress.  The free WordPress blogs have more customization than Digital PTO’s format.

 

What’s that?  You want to embed a Youtube video?  HAHAHAHAHAHA, what are you thinking?  That will cost extra.  You have a Google Calendar with important upcoming events that you want to display?  Yep.  That will be extra.  You’d like to create a custom header image with your logo on your page?  You guessed it, extra.  What a rip off!  Thankfully, the Ross PTO did not pay for any of the “extras” and I have been able to find HTML ways around the embedding in most instances.  I don’t think I’d feel comfortable knowing my membership dollars were going to that con-artist company.

 

Here are the fruits of my labor, if you care to look.  Just don’t mind my afterbirth:  http://rosspto.digitalpto.com/

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Teachers are sadists

By M Davies   /     Sep 30, 2012  /     Annoyances, Mommyhood  /     0 Comment

Gabby’s art teacher sent home a project about a month ago for a pumpkin decorating contest.  Of course, there is a twist on the decorating theme.  It’s too cumbersome to decorate an actual pumpkin and bring it into school, apparently.  So….the pumpkins in this contest are actually “rocks”.  And if you were wondering…this is a mandatory contest that counts toward a grade.  If you ask me, the paper should have been titled “Pumpkin Stone Mandatory Project for Grade” and not contest.

 

From the paper:  “Instead of pumpkins, students will find, paint, and decorate rocks to look like Jack-O-lanters.  The rocks should not be larger than a softball because they will be displayed in the showcases for the month of October.”  The school will vote on the categories:  Scariest, Funniest, Most Creative, Prettiest and Best dressed.”

 

You’ve got to be kidding me.  Not only have I been assigned a “mandatory” art project….ahem….contest, but now I have to find a smaller than softball sized rock and decorate it.  Aaaaand I have the comfort of knowing that my work will be judged by the rest of the elementary school.  Fantastic, because I have so much time on my hands these days.  After talking with Gabby, she told me she wanted her pumpkin rock to be dressed in a peacock halloween costume.  Easy enough right?  Wrong.

 

First of all, I had to find the rock.  We have no rocks in our yard that fit the criteria of the pumpkin rock paper.  I actually had to take a rock from my brother & sister in-law’s yard.  Then I had to get online and research what a peacock looked like.  I had a general idea, but I wanted to make sure I bought the right kind of craft supplies.  Oh and by the way, crafty I am not.  This thing is sure to come out looking like a 2 year old made it.  After a trip to Michael’s I had all the supplies I needed to get started.

 

The supplies sat around for weeks, because I have been busy with BlogCon, Blog Fest, School and Work.  I haven’t had a minute to myself in about 30 days.  I fantasize about beds.  I salivate over sleep.  The last thing I want to do when I get a few minutes to myself is to paint a rock.  Anyway, I decided to take the rock to work with me on a Sunday morning and painted it there.  It took 3 coats of acrylic blue paint to get it all covered over.

 

      

 

Now for the hard part (a.k.a. the part I waited until this evening to do), attaching the “accessories”.  Obviously the stupid thing had to have eyes, feathers and a beak.  Just go ahead try and imagine how much fun it is trying to get elmers glue to adhere to a rock.  Right now I have the glue drying, it takes about 35 minutes until it bonds well.  I hope that it holds at least until she brings it to school.  I have my doubts.  Does it look like a peacock at this point?  I don’t know.  I don’t care.  I’m too tired.

 

     

 

My daughter didn’t help me with much of this project.  How many of these take home projects do teachers expect the kids to actually do 100% themselves?  My daughter has the attention span of a fly and is not capable of glueing arts and crafts supplies to a rock.  I’m lucky if I’ll even be able to pull it off.  I mean really, lets face it.  These projects are more of homework for the parents than for the kids…which is what makes them sadists.  I’m tired, annoyed and have about 6 pounds of glitter under my finger nails.  She better get an A on this damn thing.

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My new luxury golf cart

By M Davies   /     Aug 06, 2012  /     Annoyances, The WTF File  /     0 Comment

Welp.  My suspicions were correct.  Something was majorly fucked up with my Versa.  A day or two after this post, a co-worker and my husband both noticed that my car was leaking oil in a major way.  Fan-fuckin-tastic.  I had even less time to work with trading my car in than I had initially thought.

 

As you know, I put down a deposit on a car at Wyoming Valley Motors.  In the meantime, I decided to shop around.  I stopped at a Fiat dealer after work on that Wednesday.  Car shopping all day Tuesday left me with a bad taste in my mouth, and I had a slight attiude when I walked into the car dealership.  The sales person seemed uninterested in my business.  I responded by threatening to walk out of the damn place.  After the pissing match between the two of us was over, I decided to test drive a Fiat 500 through Archbald.  I ended up really really liking the car.

 

Since it was getting late, the dealership decided to work up some numbers and check my credit and call me back the next morning.  The next morning, I received a call to let me know that my crappy-ass credit qualified me for 0% financing at 60 months or 1.9% financing at 72 months.  Honestly, I think I was paying about 8% financing on the Versa.  It was already a win in my book.

 

Now it was just a matter of finding the model and color I wanted.  Easy enough right?  Wrong.  There are seriously about 8 million different colors (interior and exterior) and models to pick from.  I finally found a gray model with dark leather, a sunroof, rims, and a back-up cam.  It soooooo reminds me of my old VW Bug.

 

(side by side)

 

      

 

I signed the papers on Thursday night, I ended up sticking around at the dealership until well after they closed (9pm).  They were very accommodating and helped me move the contents of my car over to the new one.  I forgot that I left the sledgehammer in the trunk.  That was interesting to explain, believe you me.  The guys invited me to have a beer with them in the parking lot in celebration and soon after I pulled away in my new “luxury golf cart” (my friends words, not mine).

 

Friday was the day I was scheduled to pick up the VW Jetta I had picked out at Wyoming Valley Motors.  I called to let them know I purchased a vehicle elsewhere.  I had no remorse as I got a better deal (1100 more dollars for the trade-in) and better financing.  However, WVM was very upset.  All that I really cared about was getting my deposit on the Jetta back.  They were more than happy to take to take the deposit over the phone, but were making a huge issue out of refunding the money back to me over the phone.  “You have to come in to get it back on your card.”   Working an odd shift and living 30 miles away from the dealership does not allow me that luxury, sorry.  After playing phone tag for 4 days, I finally had enough and put in a dispute with my bank.  I received the money back.  Jerks.  Avoid Wyoming Valley Motors like the plague, if you can.

 

I still enjoy the car.  The only thing I’m (slightly) upset about is the fact that I was not told that the sunroof in the Fiat was not “a power sunroof”.  Basically, I have a large window in my roof that doesn’t move.  The gas MPG on it is exactly the same as the Versa, thankfully.

 

Also, another update.  Remember that big accident that happened right near my house?  They cut down the large pine tree that the car crashed into.  The unfortunate thing is now I have a direct view into the trailer park.

 

 

The word on the street in Sweet Valley is that the kid that crashed into the tree has life altering injuries.  My husband said that he noticed a change collection container in a local business that made mention of injuries to his brain stem.  A quick search of Google makes me sad to think that this could have all been avoided if he wasn’t speeding.

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